Chapter 284: The Undying Ghost Army! Brutally Crushing Hui Guo Rou! (Request Subscription)

The moon hung high, the night boundless.

Inside and outside the Jin Bihuihuang Palace, a struggle unimaginable was now unfolding.

Outside the palace.

Figures stood scattered everywhere.

They all wore identical battle uniforms, their expressions indifferent, and from their aura it was clear none were weak.

They were the secret army of the Kajin Royal Family, each one at least a top-tier Nen user.

Some stood at the entrance, others on open ground, and some even flew in the air, overlooking the ground from above.

Their eyes held little expression, only indifference toward their enemies.

As long as they confirmed Yang De's side was the enemy, that was enough.

Yang De squinted, black energy radiating from his entire body, behind him stood a row of eerie black shadows.

For a moment, the battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

The secret army and Yang De's side locked gazes, the hidden tension growing ever thicker.

Moments later.

Yang De grinned wide, sneering:

"You four-oh's dare face us?!"

"Truly ignorant of death!"

The next instant, Yang De stomped the ground hard, spread his arms, and black pillars erupted from his body, reaching several meters high.

He lunged forward, his figure vanishing instantly from where he stood.

At the same time, the shadows of life and death behind him also moved.

The figures invisible to the naked eye lived up to their name: ghosts.

Instantly, the nearest man to Yang De erupted in thick black smoke.

His body turned to black smoke at once, becoming a humanoid mist that drifted straight toward Yang De.

【Black Smoke Body】: Can transform one's body into black smoke, gaining strong immunity to physical damage, skilled in both close and ranged attacks.

His Nen ability is somewhat similar to Mo Lao Wu's 【Purple Smoke Fist】.

He can attack and defend using smoke.

But Mo Lao Wu is a Manipulator, using Nen to control smoke.

This man is a Transmuter, transforming himself into black smoke to perform various actions.

At this moment, the battle officially began!

Each Nen user activated their ability, a myriad of bizarre and Wuhuaba Sect techniques.

Some transformed into beast forms, releasing savage auras; others materialized blades and shields like soldiers…

Swish—

In an instant, Yang De appeared before the Black Smoke Puppet.

His palm, the size of a fan, enhanced by black energy, whipped up a stinging gust of wind.

"Die!"

Boom!

Yang De's eyes bulged as he slapped the opponent's right arm apart, reducing it to wisps of drifting black smoke.

Without slowing, he spun on his heel, bent low, and replicated the move, shattering the opponent's left foot.

The Black Smoke Heart was stunned, struggling desperately, releasing torrents of smoke to escape.

But it was futile.

The next instant, a fist brimming with explosive energy slammed into the Black Smoke Puppet.

Carrying sharp, cutting punches, the fist pierced the puppet instantly, erupting in a blast.

In an instant, the Black Smoke Puppet shattered into pieces, releasing vast amounts of black smoke at high speed.

The black smoke drifted away, dissolving into wisps of Nen energy until only a ruined corpse remained.

Such a top-tier Nen user, even Yang De's former self could handle easily—let alone his current self.

This was the first death!

But it would not be the last!

The self-proclaimed powerful secret army would soon realize they faced an undead ghost army!

Ghostly shadows howled.

……

Inside the hall.

Rolling ink-black energy flowed out, stinging the skin; under the extreme cold, Hui Guo Rou's blood flow slowed considerably.

He widened his eyes.

In his vision, every image became illusory, as if he'd eaten countless unripe mushrooms.

Amid the palace filled with eerie gases, a throne paved with bones stood clearly.

Upon the Wang Zuo sat a figure whose face was unseen, entirely swallowed by darkness, revealing only a pair of crimson eyes.

Merely gazing at that figure felt as if one's soul would be sucked away—or contaminated by something unknown.

Like falling into an ice cellar!

In an instant, an aura of utter despair crashed down like a mountain, crushing his shoulders.

A terrifying aura spread, turning the scene into a sinister ghost realm, as if a pair of icy hands had clenched his heart, stopping his breath.

His behind-the-back guardian beast also grew tense, completely losing the arrogance it had shown upon entering.

The grotesque face twisted together, organs too terrible to behold began to secrete on his body, and spider-like jointed legs retreated backward.

"Oh?"

"Did I let my aura get a bit too intense?"

"Seems I've been holding it in too long."

The Soul-Devouring Demon muttered to himself.

In almost an instant, his figure vanished from the spot and suddenly appeared before Twice-Cooked Pork, launching a kick.

Boom!!

The kick struck Twice-Cooked Pork's abdomen directly; the thick layers of fat rippled as if a stone had been thrown into a lake.

Twice-Cooked Pork spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his body flying backward violently before being caught firmly by his guardian spirit beast.

"Cough—cough—"

Twice-Cooked Pork reacted, not even having time to wipe away the blood, and hurriedly dodged to the side.

In the blink of an eye, a gust of wind whistled past his ear, carving a bloody gash across his fat head and large ears.

The Soul-Devouring Demon shrugged.